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If I Should Drink Myself To Death Tonight
Approaching the door with his peculiar gait
It was nine forty-three which for him was late
Weirdly whistling as he staggered about
Blue neon sign half the letters burnt out
Hung his coat on the hook nearly piercing the lining
Cannot bring himself to cook and this is finer dining
Winking at the bouncer who would race like a comet
The instant he spotted one droplet of vomit
Aware of the stares as he climbs the stool
He's suffered worse fools with their ridicule
Chatting up the college girls smling to be nice
Half-expecting him to spew some fatherly advice
I love your writing. This is
I love your writing. This is a good descriptive piece. I can see the whole event clearly.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much. I work
Thank you very much. I work in a real college town so I'm often surrounded by people half my age and it makes me insecure sometimes thinking that they might see me as the 'old guy.' I feel like 'Mr. Awkward' sometimes. That was part of the inspiration for this.
Love this ;)
Love this ;)
Thank you very very much. :)
Thank you very very much. :)